Triple Angst
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What's living, in a world where you're no longer needed?
What's a mother in a world of secrets and lies?
If a person tries hard shouldn't they be revered?
How does it feel to give orders and know they won't be heeded?
A mother is someone who sits back and cries
Shouldn't they find their place, be respected and feared?
Where's the world of my childhood, when I was a saint?
When their child is hurt or in love or in pain
So why is it none of that happened to me?
Locked away with my mother, only my soul to taint?
A dearly loved mother cannot cry in vain
Now that my son thinks that he's finally freeWas that your objective in creating my soul?
And that's how I know that I'm only a fool
Now that my son thinks that he'll leave me behind
A world where you could seize any damn goal
To call myself mother, I know I'm more cruel
Who knows, he could think that his father won't mind
And leave someone else to die in the sand?
Than anyone that I've known ever could be
He never turned back to wish me a farewell
Is that why you created me by your own hand?
The one I call 'son' would no more know me
After all I'd done for him, my personal hell
Is there some reason here that I just can't see?
Than some poor beggar woman he met on the street
He dismissed it
without even casting a glance!
Am I missing something, if so please tell me
What kind of a woman would turn and take a seat
Yet if I started over, if I got the chance
So I can forget how to live in pure pain
As her only dear son was taken away
I'd do it again, the same way as before
And hope to find a world and my sainthood again.
And then hoped that she'd be called 'mother' someday?
And hope that someday I could be something more.
